Outside Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant.
A Range Rover and three commercial vehicles sped onto the scene, screeching to a halt at the restaurant's entrance as the crowd looked on in terror.
A burly and sturdy young man, well over 1.9 meters tall, leaped down from the Range Rover. He was dressed in a martial uniform and boots, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a chilling light.
Wei Xingbo.
He was the eldest son of the Wei Family and Wei Shaoqiu's older brother.
Having once served in the Martial Department, he still loved wearing his old uniform and boots despite being retired for many years. His conduct was domineering and iron-fisted, swift and decisive. Less than fifteen minutes after Wei Shaoqiu's call, he had arrived with his men.
